[Lucifer would be receiving a text a few minutes later. It has an image attached of Chloe wearing a coy smile and her blue officer's uniform, though the first few buttons are undone to reveal a rather colorful mark present on the top of her breast -- a parting gift from him the previous night.]
[She was going to have to wait for a minute, because Lucifer was currently saving that picture to his phone and staring at it with a growing sense of arousal before he finally got around to answering.]
[She leaves that text as it is, smiling down at it and shaking her head at his audacity before resuming her work. Lucifer would find that she wouldn't be as timely as she usually was, an hour slipping by, and then a little more time after that. But it was only because she might've been out looking for something he might like. The nicest brand of Riverview's Scotch, for instance. But she's not going to tell him that. It's meant to be a nice little treat, after all.]
[He'd be where he promised he'd be. Of course, he hadn't mentioned anything about being spread naked on the bed nibbling on chocolate covered strawberries, but that was her own little treat she could discover when she finally walked in.]
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I'll let you get creative.
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I can be very creative.
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I know. Figured that'd be enough to encourage you.
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What color knickers do you have on today?
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Yeah. Okay. I get off work in an hour?
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